Month: December 2012

It’s the day after Christmas. Shredded ribbons and torn wrappings fill the trash. Only crumbs remain of carefully arranged trays of baked goods. The first toy has broken and the last of yesterday’s feast promises to be tonight’s supper of leftovers. It’s the day after Christmas and the roads again hum as commuters return to…

I really missed my husband during his 10-day visit to our son’s house in Michigan. I missed him because the temperature dipped and I could not figure out how to pry the front off the furnace to light the pilot. I added a blanket and slept snugly in my bed. Once he returned, he did…

Tucked snugly behind the mini-van’s seat, the electric car for children held brightly-wrapped Christmas packages. Behind it we had wedged a package of colorful pillowcase dresses. Used Christian books and literature in brown boxes filled the back of the van from ceiling to floor. In the nooks and crannies formed by the excess we tucked…

Before taking our cruise of the Inside Passage of Alaska, my husband announced he wanted to go salmon fishing. He researched salmon fishing. He dreamed of catching a 50-pound salmon. He insisted I go along and observe the wildlife. The guide at Skagway told my husband and the other fishermen they could dip their poles…

The stark pictures of the scorched sewing machines keenly portray the fate of the 112 people who died in the fire in the eight-story garment factory in Bangladesh on Saturday. Investigators suspect that a short circuit caused the fire, said Maj. Mohammad Mahbub, the fire department operations director. He said it was not the fire…